1647: C1647 Marry of the Wealthy Class 1574

C1647 Marry of the Wealthy Class 1574

As he spoke, he used his hand to push two trees beside him. He seemed to be satisfied with the distance between the two trees. He patted the trunk of the tree before taking out the hammock from his backpack.

"There are many insects, snakes, and ants crawling in this place at night, so try not to sleep on the ground."

Ding Yiyi heard his words, but her eyes were focused on the knife stabbed into a thin banyan tree.

Man-made strength could not allow the blade to go so deep, so there was only one possibility. A dozen or so years ago, this blade had stabbed into the banyan tree that was still a sapling. As the banyan tree grew, the knife and the banyan tree had become one.

The surface of the blade was completely rusted, and was covered with moss and large black ants. Judging from the pattern, it looked like a Byzantine style, so it definitely wasn't Chinese.

"What are you looking at?" Dongqing walked up behind her and saw the knife. His throat turned over, but he didn't say anything in the end. He just patted her on the shoulder.

At night, the two of them ate compressed biscuits and drank a bottle of milk. The forest was cold and humid at night, but the two of them didn't ask for a living.

They all knew that they might not be the only ones on this island. Life could attract not only ferocious beasts, but also people who harbored malicious intentions.

After dinner, Ding Yiyi climbed onto the simple hammock. The hammock was a little small, but it was big enough to carry her weight.

She clasped her hands together in front of her chest and looked through the closed leaves at the stars. The sky was beautiful here, the stars white and shining like diamonds on a diamond hairpin.

The banyan tree that almost covered the sky also quieted down at night, putting away its arrogance of wanting to hide from the sun. Faintly, she seemed to see a dark mass of something hibernating in the leaves. What was it? She fell into a shallow sleep, full of doubts.

She woke up from the cold. At five in the morning, the surroundings were freezing cold. She opened her eyes, and the feeling of being suspended in the air brought her thoughts back to reality.

Her sleepy eyes widened as she looked up, and a dark shadow smiled at her. A scream pierced the air.

"What's wrong!" Dongqing quickly walked over to her side. He hadn't slept for almost an entire night, and his brain felt like it was being blown away by a wind. When the sky finally brightened and he fell into a light sleep, he was immediately woken up by Ding Yiyi's screams.

He did not get angry, but instead silently grasped the rope of the hammock, suppressing his surprise and the trace of fear that rose from the bottom of his heart.

Amidst the thick branches of the banyan tree, there was a dried up human face lying on the ground. His clothes had not rotted yet, so it could be seen that he was wearing a loose shirt with a famous sports brand logo on it.

The man's hands hung down, merging into one with the roots of the banyan tree. After an unknown amount of time had passed, his skin began to wrinkle, swaying in the wind.

Dong Qing looked up at the dried corpse. Just as she was about to go over and take a closer look, her sneakers made a crisp sound when they stepped on the fallen leaves, as if the crispy sugar beans were being bitten in her mouth.

He carefully moved his leg away and saw that the yellow leaf had covered the tribulation arm quietly. There was also a kind diamond ring on his finger.

"What happened here?" Ding Yiyi walked to his side, trembling in fear.

Dong Qing didn't say anything as she quickly packed up everything. She then wiped away the leaves on the ground and said, "There is no turning back. We can only move forward."

The two continued forward. The compass was useless, as even the time in the enclosed forest was not accurate. They could only use the morning, night, and cold heat to guess what time it was.

"This place is so damp and cold at night, why didn't the corpse rot and dry out?" Ding Yiyi muttered to herself.

The sound of footsteps stopped in front of them. Dong Qing suddenly raised her head. Indeed, there was a dried corpse hanging on a brown tree above the two of them.

On the mummy's back was a stick shaped like a bow and arrow, and the mummy's chin had already been completely removed. A giant mottled spider was forming a web on it.

"What do you want to do?" Ding Yiyi looked at Dong Qing, who was stepping on the tree bark. She held onto the tree trunk with both hands and climbed up with her teeth clenched.

She watched him climb up to the mummy, squatting in front of the narrow tree trunk, looking at something, then climbing up again.

Not long after, she neatly climbed down and jumped down when she was still halfway to the ground.

"Someone wants us to see this." He dusted his hands, pointed at the nearby tree trunk, and then pointed back, "Not far in front of us, there are still dried corpses hanging on the trees, but the strange thing is, these dried corpses are not randomly distributed, but in a ribbon shape."

As he spoke, he gestured with his hands for Ding Yiyi to see. "Someone else wants to use the corpse to lead the way."

"What do they want to do?" Ding Yiyi felt a chill run down her spine.1

Dong Qing carried her backpack, picked up a wooden stick as thick as her wrist from the dead leaves, and gave the hunting knife to Ding Yiyi. "There must be a reason behind any existence. Since these dried corpses want to tell the people on the island something, then we'll do it."

He walked forward with firm steps as he raised his head to look for traces of the desiccated corpse.

Ding Yiyi wanted to take a step forward, but the bad feeling of being watched suddenly returned. She lowered her head to listen, then abruptly looked up in the direction of her vision.

A skinny body quickly hid itself within the trees. Its movements were light and graceful, making it impossible to hear any sound of fallen leaves being stepped on. Only the dog teeth tied to a red rope flashed past.

Is anyone here, the inhabitants? Were those people killed by them? By the time she came back to her senses, Dong Qing had already walked a good distance away, and even her footsteps had begun to grow blurry.

She hurried to catch up, and although her vision had disappeared, she was certain that someone was watching them.

A refreshing breeze blew by. It was completely different from the sticky wind in the forest. With the refreshing feeling of the sea, she raised her head and stepped over a crooked tree.

Dong Qing stood in front of her. He didn't know when, but the wooden stick in his hand had fallen to the ground, obstructing the advance of a group of red ants.

Their destination was the giant hole in front of them, as well as the countless piles of bones in the hole. Their destination was the giant hole in front of them, as well as the countless piles of bones in the hole.

There was a mixture of mud and water in the pit, and the top bones looked as if they had been there for some time. The shoes that stuck to the thin soles of his feet were the green cloth shoes that had once been popular in his hometown.

Just when the two of them were shocked by the scene in front of them, a bow and arrow that cut through the air flew towards the back of Ding Yiyi's head.

Dong Qing was quick to react. She carried Ding Yiyi and dodged to the side. Then, she shot an arrow at the place where Ding Yiyi had just stood.

It was not a bow but a long, thin piece of wood, the end of which had been sharpened to perfection. Soon, another piece of wood flew towards Ding Yiyi as well.

Dong Qing carried Ding Yiyi and rolled to the other side to avoid the wood. But very quickly, every time Ding Yiyi stood up, a sharp piece of wood would fly towards her, as if wanting to kill her.

"Run!" He pushed her away, apparently realizing that the weapons fired from the shadows were aimed only at her.

There was a trace of panic in Ding Yiyi's eyes. Suddenly, she screamed as her body fell like a leaf into the grass. It was unknown whether she was still alive or not.

"Yiyi!" Dong Qing shouted. At that moment, the sound of rustling could be heard from the forest.

It was a man. He was only about 1.6 meters tall, with a long spine protruding from the back of his waist.

His upper body was naked except for a strange pattern drawn on his navel. His lower body was wrapped roughly in a piece of rag. The texture of the fiber on the rag made it clear that this was a modern product, left behind by those who had entered the island and been killed.

Very soon, more people, young or old, with exposed stomachs and abdominal patterns, emerged from the grass. Their backs were bent, and a piece of their coccyx protruded, their faces were sallow and lifeless. Only their eyes, which seemed like they were hunting, were cautiously staring at the man in front of them.

"Who are you? What do you want to do? "Kill us and leave us in this pit?" Dong Qing's palms were covered in sweat. The next step would be the mass graves. He could only constantly use the corner of his eyes to look behind him to prevent himself from falling into the mass graves first.

Men in grass skirts with patterned stomachs (perhaps a lonely beast would be more appropriate). They held the sharpened wood in their hands, their hands held high, palms out, their mouths making a scolding sound.

"You guys don't know Chinese? or English? " Dongqing tried to ask, but she already had a bit of confidence. This was probably a primitive tribe, treating the world like it was before the opening of a new route for centuries. In the future, the civilized people here would become bandits, and they would kill those people who brought all kinds of advanced, representative of the times.

He looked at Ding Yiyi, who was lying on the ground in the grass. He had a feeling that he needed to end this battle quickly. There was dew in the grass, and this was not a good experience for a pregnant woman.

"What do you want?" He said it again in Chinese, then in English, then in Italian, but the natives never uttered anything other than a scolding and scolding.

Suddenly, the 'berating' sound changed into another kind of inexpressible sound. It sounded like the gurgling sound that came from the throat of a tree while it was drinking water.

The cautious eyes of those aboriginals began to change slightly. They scolded with even more vigor, and then with an angle as the center, everyone automatically spread out. Their backs also seemed to have become more hunched.

It was a woman, still bare-chested, slightly shorter than the dwarves. She was probably only 1.4 meters tall, and her tailbone protruded even more, as if it had grown longer.

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